Global Reincarnation: I know all the plots

Zhao Linger grabbed Xu Long's hand and asked.

"It's best not to do this. You can save one, ten, but you can't save a hundred, a thousand. When you are exhausted, those who have hoped for you but can't get treatment will hate you you."

Xu Long sighed, people are like this, fighting rice nourishes kindness, stone rice nourishes hatred.

"To save one is one."

Zhao Linger nodded, but still decided to make a move.

Chapter 276 General Tomb

That energy fluctuation reappeared, entering the wounded body like drizzle.

This person had just been bitten by a zombie not long ago, his canine teeth were not bared, and he still had the breath of a living person on his body.

But at most 10 minutes, the corpse poison will spread all over the body, and it will be difficult for the gods to save it.

"puff!"

A mouthful of dirty blood spurted out from his mouth, and the vitality eroded by the corpse poison began to slowly recover.

"I……"

Accompanied by a weak voice, those who had been shouted back by Xu Long surrounded him again when they saw this situation.

"Living Bodhisattva! Save my son!"

"Girl, be merciful, save my husband!"

……

One after another shouted hoarsely, making people feel unbearably uncomfortable.

Zhao Ling'er was kind by nature, so she continued to treat those who had not been killed by the corpse poison.

Xu Long guarded by his side and did not stop him.

He knows that many times it is useless to just talk, and he must be beaten by reality before he wakes up.

As the saying goes, digging a hole is easier than planting a tree, and the same is true for killing and saving people.

With a knife in hand, a person dies, but it is a thousand times more complicated to save him.

As time passed, more and more people surrounded the area, but only a few were rescued.

On the one hand, some people's corpses attack their hearts with poison, and their vitality collapses. On the other hand, Ling'er's power is limited and he can't save many people.

"What kind of bodhisattva are you, liar, you are all liars."

A woman hugged her husband's body and wept into tears.

This person is too poisoned to be saved.

At this moment, he has turned into a zombie, struggling frantically on the stake.

"That's it for today, we need a place to live."

Xu Long said to the leader of this group of people.

After saving several people in a row, Ling'er's strength has gone from ten to seven.

She is pregnant and needs to rest.

"You only saved a few people, so you want to rest?"

The leader stopped Zhao Ling'er. Although his face was full of flattery, his actions were not friendly at all.

"I also have a nephew who was poisoned, please..."

laugh!

A faint voice sounded, the leader's expression froze on his face, and then his head fell to the ground.

"Ah! Killed!"

"Monster! Monster!"

"She is not a living Bodhisattva, but a liar!"

Chaotic shouts appeared, those people looked at Xu Long's Zhao Ling'er with only fear and resentment in their eyes, but no gratitude.

"Sir, why is this happening?"

"Doumi raises kindness, stone rice raises hatred. The world's ignorant, greedy and selfish nature cannot be changed. They can only see what is in front of them, and they can only see their own suffering. If you really want to save them, you need to accumulate energy Rui, pull out the source of the corpse poison."

Xu Long waved his hand to clear the road ahead and walked inside.

The town was desolate and dead, so Xu Long took Zhao Ling'er to a crowded place and met the doctor there.

"Master Zhixiu, the abbot of the Jade Buddha Temple on the mountain, can detoxify the corpse, but he never comes down from the mountain, and all the people who went to look for him have become monks."

The doctor was very helpless, he was a mere mortal, how could he detoxify the corpse, so he could only pin his hope on the old monk.

However, Master Zhixiu was too evil, and the people who went up the mountain were saved, but they were all monks.

"Let's go and meet this master Zhixiu."

Xu Long said, and flew directly with the sword.

He knew that the red ghost king who caused all the disasters was in the general's tomb, but in order to prevent it from being too abrupt to go directly to the door, it's better to go through the process once.

The master Zhixiu of the Jade Buddha Temple is not a human being, but a demon, a demon cultivated from a Buddhist bead.

His name is Little Stone, and his master is the Patriarch Bodhidharma. After Bodhidharma passed away, he has been handed down, and he has been practicing for 999 years.

Xiao Shitou is well-informed and knows many things that ordinary people don't know.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing Xu Long and Zhao Ling'er going up the mountain, Master Zhixiu just wanted to speak when he was kicked out by Xu Long.

boom!

The abbot of the Jade Buddha Temple, who was originally highly respected, directly appeared in the prototype, which was a bead the size of a walnut.

"Heroes, spare your life, heroes, spare your life!"

Little Stone hurriedly begged for mercy, almost crying.